(My wife is 33 weeks pregnant and has woken up in the middle of the night with severe stomach pain and bloody vomiting. We rush to the hospital, and when we arrive I fire off a few texts to family and work, letting them know what’s going on and that she and I may be unavailable the next day. As we’re waiting to be seen, I get a call from one of my coworkers who is working the night shift.)

Coworker: “Hey, can you give me a ride home from work tonight?”

Me: “Uh, no, sorry. [Wife] and I are dealing with some stuff right now and—”

Coworker: “Yeah, [Manager] just told us she’s really sick and you can’t work tomorrow. So, I figure that means you’re awake right now, anyway, right?”

Me: “…” *hangs up*

(The doctors took great care of my wife; she was released a few hours later and she and the baby are both doing great now at 36 weeks pregnant. My coworker called me five more times while we were at the hospital, and left several messages about how selfish and lazy I am. I did not give him a ride home.)